Four men in orange uniforms, a suit
In the back of a garbage truck
Six blind women
Brutal lips, a slash across the face
It's not a fancy restaurant
Last night I dreamt I was in Vladivostok
That act of love lies somewhere between the belly and the mind
My friends Howie and Francine
In a past life I believed in reincarnation, but now I don't
Woman in a red, red dress
Knock at the door
He was big alongside me, like a ship in dock
Pickpocket
There is no sky today
One morning my father went down the icy stairs
Flowers, red lilies, roses, scarlet petunia
Love is apart from all things else
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